Tracey Parker is an urban explorer and gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world searching for and presenting alternative gay lifestyles and experiences. After sharing his recent horny time at Gay Sauna Saint Moritz in Bogotá, Colombia, and his hot erotic adventure at the gay male sauna Cabinas de Las 63 in Bogotá Colombia, he shares another gay erotic hookup story, this time around Parque Morazán in San José, Costa Rica where men are on the hunt for dick.

Parque Morazán is famous as a gay cruising hotspot in San José, Costa Rica. It is a beautiful Spanish colonial park with enormous Costa Rican trees, dozens of tropical plants in various shades of green, and a Spanish Colonial gazebo in the middle, where young artists practice contemporary and traditional Costa Rican dance styles.

I spent a lot of time in Parque Morazán, located next door to the Ministry of Culture. It is a Catholic Convent that has been converted into an art school, contemporary art museum, two performance theaters (one entirely devoted to dance), and many rehearsal spaces. 

During my month in San José, innovative, well-funded performances were held every Friday and Saturday night. The audience was always an impressive crowd of friendly, well-dressed local thespians. 

I always stayed after the performances to people-watch, chat or wait for the rain to let up.

I attended a fantastic Teatro de la Danza performance on my last day in Costa Rica. After the show, I sat down outside and noticed a handsome young man wandering around in a pink button-down dress shirt, untucked, and blue jeans. 

He said hi to me and then kept walking. He met some friends on a nearby staircase and spent time with them. From time to time, they would look over at me. I considered approaching them but decided that the situation needed patience and a little more time. 

Sure enough, he began to walk over to me. He introduced himself. He asked me what I was up to, and what I was looking for. 

“Ambiente,” I told him. 

“What do you like to do?” He was speaking a mix of English and Spanish. 

“Soy versatile,” I responded.  

“Me too,” we both waited in silence until he said, “I’m so high.” Then made a motion of smoking a crack pipe. 

He looked a lot healthier than some of the other addicts I had seen around and near Parque Central. He was well dressed, too, but once I learned more about him, I gathered that he had gotten the shirt from somebody for free and probably the jeans, too. He was in his late twenties, so he knew how things worked, valued his appearance, and knew how to do a lot with a little. 

He told me that there was a hotel nearby and that we could go there together. He asked that I pay him 10,000 COL, which is $20 USD. 

I had offered him 5,000, which most of the guys charge in the nearby Plaza Central. He countered with 10,000 and promised me that it’d be worth it. 

I followed him to a hotel between Parque Morazán and Parque Nacional. Outside, it was just a stairwell with a sign advertising cheap hourly rooms. Inside, it was simple and clean. There were long hallways with tiled linoleum floors. The rooms had lots of old, heavily stained wood around the ceiling and a chair rail with wooden-framed mirrors lined up with the bed. It was a nice place, perfect for what we were about to do.  

As soon as I shut the door, the young man began removing his clothes. He had smooth, dark brown skin and was surprisingly muscled beyond what I could see in the form-fitting shirt he had just removed.

We stood at opposite sides of the bed, mainly to keep our belongings safe from one another, and we stared at each other with our eyes. I began breathing deeply. 

“You like what you see?” he asked me.

I nodded, and he sat down on the bed, placed his legs out, and leaned back on the headboard. He placed his hands up on his head, and I looked down at his growing thick hairy uncut cock. His body was hairless but he had a beautiful forest under his arms.

I lay down on the bed, on my stomach and buried my face in his bush of curly black hairs. I licked his growing thick veiny cock and marveled as it just kept growing, him being both a grower and a shower. I licked his sweaty balls as it all continued to change shape. I ran my tongue up the huge shaft. It stuck straight up. Most of this size seemed to curve for whatever reason, but his dick was turning into a tower. I soon realized what he meant when he said our time together would be “worth it.”

In all honestly, his dick was getting too big for oral; I did my best to practice my best gay deepthroating exercises, my mouth comically getting a little more than halfway down the shaft, feeling the corners of my mouth stretch to oblivion and the back of my throat hit with man meat before I was forced to choke and eject spittle all over his now wet, thick dick.

I refused to give in; I spit on the dick, soaking it in saliva and looked up at my big dick, muscle addict as I pushed my lips, tongue and throat even further to get closer and closer to that bush of pubes covering his pubic bone and leading up to a sexy treasure trail and his belly button.

My muscle trick smirked, humored by my valiant effort, and I could see he was trying to get into it, despite knowing my whole mouth wouldn’t be able to engorge the entire piece of man meat.

I kept at it, tickling the pulled-back foreskin with my tongue, really working the pee hole and avoiding teeth as much as possible to get the man closer to a big fat load of cum all over these by-the-hour bed sheets.

He moaned as he got closer to cumming, and I spit on the cock one more time as the dick left my lips. Stroking the dick now with my free hand as I jerked myself off, I caught my breath and proceeded to jerk off the soaked anonymous hookup dick covered in hot pre-cum, spit and getting closer to the final payday any moment now.

I took advantage of the humanity of the moment, I licked my finger and began to lube up my hole. I reached for one of my travel lube packets and tore it open with my mouth. I put some on muscle addict’s bulging dick head and then looked into his eyes, which were evaluating everything I was doing. He hadn’t moved. He was sitting on the bed, and I was kneeling before him.

Suddenly I fell back onto my back and lifted my legs into the air. He knew what time it was. He got up and kneeled in front of me and began to touch my slippery hole with the dab of lube on his cock. 

He was right if this is what he was talking about when he told me the extra 5,000 would be worth it. He knew how much pressure I could take and never pushed me further or faster than I could handle. 

It hurt each step of the way, but the pain switched to pleasure almost immediately. I was breathing and moaning. He gently placed his hands on my legs and would sometimes tickle my legs with his fingers to distract me.

The further inside he got, the more he started to thrust into me more vigorously. Sometimes, he’d take it out and slide it back in again, getting some hot, beautiful pleasure seeing my hole gaping and eager for more. He felt so big that I almost thought I might rosebud a little each time he pulled out.

“Don’t stop,” I told him. 

“I’m going to come,” he warned me. 

“Dale,” I told him. 

“Inside or outside,” he asked.

“Outside.”

Muscle addict nodded his head as I looked up at him, and soon his head fell back as he let out a huge splatter of jizz, shooting as far as my face. I licked up every last bit, trying to catch it like fresh snow on my tongue falling from the heavens.

I lay there covered in both of our sweat. My hung hookup had sweat dripping off his chin and his body shined under the dim hotel light. 

I marveled at his sexuality and what he had just done to me. He grabbed my cock which got hard in a second and finished me off, painting my body even more with the final proof of ecstasy.

He got up and reached for the toilet paper that the attendant gave us. He cleaned the ejaculate off of both of our faces and body as best as possible with the one-ply paper. He gave me some more for myself to finish cleaning up. We were still both catching our breath. 

We got dressed, and I gave him his 10,000 COP. We left together and walked back to the park. His friends were still sitting on the steps. He invited me to join them, but I told him no thanks. I mentioned that this was my last night in San José, Costa Rica, and I had to get on my way. I smiled once more at him and walked away, not turning back.